So, I’m in a depressive state right now and I decided to make a diary with my sorrow thoughts and pessimistic hatred for the world and such. You could call this my ‘Emo Thread.’ I’m just going to dump in whatever ireful thoughts that will still abide by the rules and regulations. Just my twisted two cents about stuff.
So, I was too lazy to try and find my username for my very old Blogger account, so I thought I might as well post here and hope no mods remove this. People would probably don’t give a crap about this; just mark it as read and leave, but who am to judge anyone? Yeah, nothing. I’m of no status and not much reputation. Judging people will just worsen that pathetic rep of mine.
I feel so numb, like everything around me feels like nothing to me. I would attempt not to destroy myself by being a jerk in the process, but there are no promises. People would probably say, “Just because you are emotional and feels bad for yourself, that doesn’t mean you are allowed to make others feel the same.”
Yeah. ‘Allowed.’ They would just use ‘can,’ but their definition of ‘can’ is allowed, because I am humanly capable of making others feel that way. ‘Can’ has a wrong definition.
Heh. At least I still have some amount of intellect. In my country, that’s worth a lot because there aren’t a lot of smart people out here. But, even though I’m a little bit smarter than my real life friends, I still haven’t heard from them for a while. Was probably my fault. There was this guy who requested for me to go to this team-building event at school because our college teacher’s been nagging him to ‘encourage’ his classmates to come. I probably disappointed him because he hasn’t replied to my apology in two to three days.
On the Internet, I feel like crap. My intellect - intellect, hah! - means nothing compared to the intelligence of American kids. I find it pathetic that no Singaporean kids (or at least, not many of them) have as much talent as foreign kids of only 3 years of age. They could sing and dance even while at the toddler age, which makes my race looks a bit stupid.
I know - subconsciously - that this is natural, feeling like you’re nothing on the Internet. I mean, it’s the Internet after all, come on. It’s kinda silly to have self esteem issues over that. But, knowing something in your head and feeling something in your heart has a big difference. As a wise movie critic once said, “It’s easier to follow your heart.” I don’t know why I feel like crap. There’s no logical answer to that. Well, maybe there is.
Writing this kind of stuff out was said to make people feel good, and they advised people not to publicize this kind of thing after writing it. But, I just feel like publicizing it. I guess I yearn for the pity of others, which I know I’m not gonna get. I mean, people are people. They aren’t going to give you pity if you are not some dying girl wanting to watch Up or on some big name news article, or if you are not their friend. They always need some kind of reason to care about others, which comes the selfish part, which is me not caring about others, either. Heh. That’s why I feel like crap. Because I can’t have the desire to care, and thus, leaving people not having the desire to care about my crap.
Guess I did this unto myself, what with the posting of those mature vids but… wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. I don’t want to be lectured. I don’t want, right now, to be judged, to be blamed for anything. I just want to sob like a stupid little kid and hope that somebody tosses a penny in my cup or something.
The mods will probably find a reason to delete this thread because it looks rather spam-ish, like some stupid guy’s ranting post that deserves no attention. Let him cry it out. This kind of guy doesn’t deserve our pity. Those are the distorted thoughts that kept on swirling around my head. It’s a condition my Secondary (Middle) School counselor had try to ‘cure’ me of. Obviously, she wasn’t successful. She did warn me, though, that it is a long-term illness.
So, I’m crazy. Congrats, PP. You got yourself a crazy member. A psycho. Someone call the Gotham Asylum or something. Somehow, it feels better for me to insult myself rather than others doing that. It feels good in this kind of depressive hour. It’s like an emo cutting his/her wrist. It’s safer, too. I wouldn’t have the guts to cut my wrist anyway.
I’m numb. And I don’t want anything. No judgment, no advices, no lectures. Nothing. It’s a weird feeling. I just feel like sitting here all day till school starts again, or till I die, regardless of which one comes first. The first one feels less painful. It’s such a torment, now that I think about it. If I am going to live a life that’s going to be meaningless forever - and no, me trying to make some meaning of it has been tried ever since I’m born, so that ain’t working - I might as well just die if I’m nothing but a plague to the world.
If I post this, people will look at me in a much worse way than they do now, and my metamorphosis will be complete - into a, dare I write it, monster. Oh, yeah, people are probably creeped out by this now after they’ve read that word. ‘Monster? God, somebody get this guy out of here. Ban him. Delete his thread!’
Ah, well. I want to look for a solution to this, or at the least, an answer, be it good or bad, positive or negative. It’s like one of those things you know you gotta do, even though you know what the consequences are. You just gotta do it and see what happens rather than being stuck in one place.
Sorry if I caused any discomfort. But, saying that will make me a hypocrite, probably, because I don’t really care at this moment, not when I’m busy feeling bad for myself.
And oh, I’m posting this in the Off-Topic forum, because it’s like totally non-contributory to the forums. Or something.